Talisman Pavilion.
Lin Fan had just finished making the last Blood Demon Talisman when he heard footsteps outside.
Soon, a man walked in.
He wore a Black Mystic Robe, with golden auspicious-cloud patterns embroidered around the collar and cuffs. He was one of the few Inner Disciples on Blood Soul Peak.
The man had an easygoing expression. Looking at Lin Fan, he said, "Junior Brother, I've come to collect the talismans."
His name was Mu An, and he came by every day near dusk.
Lin Fan handed the man six Blood Demon Talismans and said, "Sorry for the trouble, Senior Brother."
After inspecting the talismans, the man smiled. "The quality of these talismans is a little better than it was a few days ago. It seems your attainments in talisman-making have improved again, Junior Brother."
"Practice makes perfect. Making Blood Demon Talismans all day gave me a new insight. It's just that my attainments are still far from matching Master Ruan's."
Lin Fan shook his head as he spoke.
"You're too modest, Junior Brother. To reach such attainments in talisman-making at your young age is already no small feat."
"By the way, starting tomorrow, the Peak Master has instructed you to make eight talismans a day."
Apparently afraid that Lin Fan would misunderstand, the man explained, "More and more Ghostly Creatures have invaded the sect's territory in recent days, so the Blood Demon Talismans are in short supply. I'll have to trouble you, Junior Brother."
"Yes, Senior Brother."
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly as he spoke.
The man glanced at Lin Fan, then left directly with the talismans.
"It used to be six Blood Demon Talismans a day. Starting tomorrow, it'll be eight a day. They really are treating me like a talisman-making machine."
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